Apocryphal World

Apocryphal world 

murmur of damned souls in the lousy air 

and no vegetation 

and there are no rainy flowers 

and no stirring in dampen and deaden roots 

only nibbling of rats in the dense and dim forests 

a solitary tree among the farthest lands 

no leaves left 

and parched-up mountains 

but tattling of stored up lifeless bones 

death shall come

death shall come 

hurry up 

it's too late 

there is no returning in time 

Who are you? 

always there with me as a dark shadow 

but no one is behind me 

only my noctambulation 

which haunts me everywhere 

the winds 

and vociferous voice amidst the groves 

mumbling of mangled bodies 

who are you mantled in tattered clothes? 

vexing me now and then 

speak a few words 

do not go from here 

stay and unmixed yourself 

but there is a blast and erosion in the earth 

perhaps an apocalypse 

sky is scarlet and bleeding 

ghoulish voices in the void air 

shrieking of owls

and the diabolical world 

breaking upon the frothy sea